Mercenaries (24 page)

And the strangest part of it all was Sebastian, who had covered his magnificent body with some kind of matte-black uniform that looked nothing like her own leathers. Zaria felt primitive and ignorant next to his sleek blond beauty. “I don't think this is going to work,” she managed at last.

He looked up from the console as his clever fingers stroked over the controls. A frown tightened his mouth. “What do you mean?”

“This. Me. This ship.” She gestured at the console. “I don't even know what that is.”

A sliding panel opened in its top, and two glasses lifted into view. “It's a drink dispenser, among other things.” He picked the goblets up and carried them over to her, handing her one. “I'll show you how to use it. And once we get you a com implant, you'll find it much easier to make sense of what's going on.”

“A what?” Zaria eyed the glass cautiously, evaluating its dark, foaming contents.

“A communications implant. It's what we use to speak to each other and the equipment, particularly when we don't care to be overheard.”

“Where do they . . . put this implant?” She sipped cautiously. The cool, yeasty liquid foamed on her tongue, and she nodded in approval. “This is good. What is it?”

“A Star Mead. And the implant goes in your jaw, right under one ear. It'll build nanotech neural connections with your brain's cerebral cortex, and . . .”

Zaria shook her head. “And that's what I mean. I didn't understand any of that at all.”

He looked down at her, his green eyes intense. For a moment she saw desperation in their depths.

Then he plucked the glass out of her hand and put it down on the bedside table with his. Sinking down on the bed beside her, he slid open a drawer and reached into it. “So you don't understand the technology,” he said, turning back toward her. “How about this?”

He held a length of gold cable in his hand. Before she knew what hit her, he'd jerked her facedown across his lap, grabbed her left wrist, and wrapped the cable around it.

“What are you—stop that!” she yelped, squirming as he bound the other wrist, too. “Sebastian!”

“You may not understand the technology”—he stood and pulled her effortlessly to her feet, then hooked one big hand in her leathers. A hard, strong tug, and the laces snapped, leaving her breasts bare. He gave her a wicked smile—“but I'll bet you know exactly what this means.”

“SEBASTIAN, this is not going to solve the problem,” Zaria protested, but her voice sounded breathless, and Sebastian's sensors told him she was alrady beginning to respond to him.

“Maybe not, but it'll make me feel a hell of a lot better.” He bent down and attacked her leather groin band, ripping the tough hide apart in a deliberate display of strength that made her dark eyes widen. Throwing the shreds aside, he whirled her around and knelt to finish off her leggings.

Finally he had her completely bare, from elegant shoulders to dainty feet—and especially that beautiful, peach-shaped ass. He stroked his fingers over the rise of one cheek and found the skin as irresistibly smooth as he remembered.

“Sebastian . . .” She moaned. Oh, yeah. She was as aroused as he was.

Remembering the tight, clamping grip of her virgin anus, he felt his cock twitch in lust. God, he was going to enjoy this.

But he had to make sure she enjoyed it even more—enough to forget her entirely reasonable doubts and stay with him.

Testing, he slid a forefinger down the delicate cleft of her backside and grinned as she squirmed. “You know, I think I want to bend you over this time.” Discovering the tiny rosette pucker of her backside, he slid his finger deep. Her little muscles clamped hard around him, and she yelped in protest mixed with arousal. “As I recall, my cock has an appointment with this tight little ass.” Unable to resist, he lowered his head and gave one perfect cheek a nip.

She jumped. “Sebastian!”

He grinned, continuing his exploration of her tight channel. “Yes, Thralline?” With the other hand, he delved between her soft nether lips to find her deliciously wet.

On, yeah, it was working. But how could he make her even hotter?

Thoughtfully he stroked the index fingers of both hands in and out of each snug opening, enjoying the way she tightened around him and groaned in pleasure.

His thoughts flashed to Zaria's barracks inspection, when they'd seen the two guardsmen with the girl tied to the chair. One of them had fucked her mouth while the other took her from behind. Zaria had found the sight wildly arousing. But had it been the idea of being taken by two men at once that so turned her on? He pondered the question, circling his thumb over her clit as he watched her writhe, the strong muscles of her backside working as he fingerfucked her.

Come to think of it, she probably
had
been taken by two Thralls at once—an image he refused to consider in any more detail because it pissed him off. But . . .

Suddenly an idea occurred to him, and he grinned wickedly. “You know, all of the sudden I'm in the mood for a blow job. Ever sucked cock, Zaria?”

Even without the slight shake of her head, he would have known the answer just from the way her slick inner muscles tightened.

It was all Sebastian could do not to moan to himself at the idea of being the first to slide his dick between Zaria's lush lips. Followed by a slow conquest of her virgin ass. “Well, now,” he purred. “That sounds like the perfect appetizer.”

He could, of course, simply make her kneel, but he instantly decided that wasn't good enough. He wanted her to feel completely helpless, utterly at his mercy.

Then he thought of the Thralline tied to the chair.

Perfect.

ZARIA yelped in surprise as he swooped down on her and snatched her into his arms. Before she knew what he was up to, he'd deposited her a chair so that she knelt on its seat, facing its back. “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

“Getting my little Thralline in position to entertain my cock,” he told her, his goatee tilting up with his lecherous grin.

Actually whistling, he untied her wrists, then lashed one of them to the arm of the chair. She twisted around to watch anxiously as he retrieved several more cables from his toy drawer, along with what she strongly suspected was a jar of lubricant.

Then he went back to work on her bonds, tying her ankles and free wrist to the arms of the chair. Finally he propped her chin on its padded back so her mouth was precisely at the height of his bobbing erection. By the time he was done, Zaria was all but panting in arousal as she imagined what it would be like to feel Sebastian's long, curving cock sliding into her mouth.

But if she thought he'd simply plunge between her lips, she'd underestimated him—and forgotten his feral fascination with her backside.

Once he had her bound in a helpless crouch, he picked up the jar he'd left on the desk and moved around behind her. The lid rattled as he unscrewed it. Zaria licked her dry lips nervously.

“I figure,” he said in an arousing rasp, “that by the time I finish with your mouth, I'm going to be in the mood for a little virgin ass. So to save time, I think I'll get you all greased up and ready for cock.”

Zaria stiffened at the touch of a fingertip on her sensitive asshole. He increased the pressure slowly, forcing the well-greased digit deep in her channel. She quivered. “Sebastian . . .”

“Yeah?” He withdrew from her backside and entered again, this time with two fingers, stroking slow and deep. At the same time he used his thumb to tease her clit, sending hot little jolts of pleasure up her spine to compete with the sensation of his anal probing.

Zaria swallowed, feeling the delicate tissues stretch, the sensation both erotic and delicately painful. “Your cock is so big . . .”

He laughed, the sound deep and male and dark with anticipation. “And getting bigger.” He twisted his wrist, deliberately goring her tight opening as he raked his thumb over her clit again.

She shivered. “It's going to hurt.”

“Oh, yeah. Especially when I start doing you deep and hard.” He leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “But maybe if you do a really good job sucking me off, I'll be in the mood for a little mercy.”

Oh, she doubted it. She really did.

Finally he stepped around in front of her. As she watched breathlessly, he opened the fasteners of his dark blue uniform, revealing the magnificent body she loved.

“Ten Gods, you're beautiful,” she managed as he stripped before her hungry eyes. Here, surrounded by this cold, technological world of his, he looked even more barbaric and primal—and intensely male.

Sebastian laughed. “Not as beautiful as you.” Threading one big hand in her hair, he tugged her head up gently, until she was face-to-head with his massive erection. “I particularly admire that luscious mouth. Open wide, Zaria.” His voice dropped to a sensual rumble. “Your master wants in.”

Shivering in delicious arousal, she obeyed.

But he didn't thrust between her lips as she expected. “Lick it. Stick out that tongue and taste me.”

Swallowing, she gave the flushed head a slow pass of her tongue. The texture was like nubby satin, and it tasted salty. Deciding she liked the sensation, she licked him again, then again, until he groaned and thrust into her mouth. Instantly she closed her lips around the thick shaft and began to suck.

“Nice,” he purred. “Now swirl your tongue around it and suck harder.”

Quivering, Zaria did as he demanded. He began rolling his hips slowly, forcing his cock in and out over her laboring tongue.

She was acutely aware of her own helplessness, bound to the chair, cable lashed tight around her wrists and knees. In this position Sebastian could punish or fuck her at his whim. Her excitement rose as she sucked harder, servicing him with his mouth as eagerly as any Thralline she'd ever seen.

For a moment she felt a hint of shame at her own arousal. Then she forced the embarrassment away. Whether she chose to submit to him here and now or not, she'd proven herself worthy of her name. She'd fought Marcelle and won.

She earned whatever pleasure she took, just as Sebastian had.

“More,” he growled, playing the dominant to the hilt as he stroked, feeding his massive cock even deeper.

With a moan, she angled her head and took him, swallowing him down right to the balls. Wanting it all.

The feel of Zaria's hot, eager mouth sucking his cock with single-minded attention sent heat spinning into Sebastian's balls. The need to spill himself inside her pounded in his blood. And his sensors told him she was just as aroused as he was.

But blowing his come down her throat wasn't good enough. He had to claim her fast and deep and hard. First her cunt, then that deliciously tight ass. Ream her until she knew she could never belong to anyone but him. Could never belong anywhere but with him.

So she'd never leave him.

“Enough!” He dragged himself free of her talented lips with a growl of mingled frustration and pleasure.

“Noo,” Zaria sighed, lifting her gaze to his. Her eyes were dazed with arousal, her mouth pouting. “Please, Sebastian, take me!”

“Oh, I will!” He grabbed the back of the chair. “In every single orifice.” Spinning it around so her lifted ass faced him, Sebastian slid a knee into the seat of the chair between her wide-spread legs. Aiming his aching erection for her slick cunt, he drove it deep in one hard thrust.

Zaria's gasp of pleasure, combined with the mind-detonating sensation of entering her, almost ripped him to orgasm on the spot. Somehow he managed to hold on to his self-control as he worked himself deeper.

“Ten Gods, Sebastian,” she groaned. “You feel so good!”